Beginning VI-3-3-2a
SNAP!
I am free! I can swim. My arms appear to be free.
Let's go with the current...
Wait!
What's tha--
Movement in the blurry field! Dark shapes. Swishing fins... Oh my G--
Something has me. I've been grappled. I am being held close to a strong .. something.
We are moving at high speed through the water. How can I breathe? Have I been holding my breath?
I can feel a cold body against me. Strong clutches grip me. My arms are bound again.
I feel the pain of my injured jaw and the rent flesh of my cheek.
Consciousness fades...
I feel the force of the rushing waters, but I imagine I am held cradled in the bosom of my lost love... or perhaps my mother in the nursery years long ago.
FADE TO BLACK.